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 Iran and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 10cc to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.