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 Colombia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
The Index,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
Can,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
Icehouse,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.