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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Scion,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.