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 Moldova and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neu! to the disco 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
the Association,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.