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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.