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 Antigua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.