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 Portugal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 New York Dolls 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.