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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Alton Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
Franke,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.