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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Searchers to the rock 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp 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?
DNA,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.