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 Israel and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Buzzcocks 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.