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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Icehouse to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.