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 Rwanda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.