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 Syria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Siglo XX to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.