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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
UT,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.