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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 The Dave Clark Five to the funk 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
Wire,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Q65,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.