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 Botswana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Morten Harket to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
JFA,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.