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 Benin and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moebius to the electroclash 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
Wings,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.