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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Q65 to the rap 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Gang Green,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.