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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 T. Rex to the techno 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
AZ,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.