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 Bahrain and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
Shoche,
Wire,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Television,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.