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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.