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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Seeds 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.