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 Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Pretty Things to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
Lyres,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.