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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
the Swans,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.