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 Dominica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Organ,
Section 25,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.