Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Norway and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Man Eating Sloth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.