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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Sparks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Toasters,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Charles Mingus,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.