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 Egypt and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.