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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
MC5,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.