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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '90s.
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 Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.