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 Rwanda and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Max Romeo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
AZ,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
Cluster,
Monolake,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.