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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
The Residents,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.