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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
The Index,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.