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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.