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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
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 Lou Reed 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 Sun City Girls to the funk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
Skaos,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.