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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 U.S. Maple to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.