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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
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 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 KRS-One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.