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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 MDC to the disco 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.