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 Hungary and from New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
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 Holger Czukay 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Sound,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.