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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Clear Light to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.