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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Alton Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Sparks,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.