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 Honduras and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange 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?
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
the Swans,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.