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 Chad and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Fatback Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Nas,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.