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 Albania and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Icehouse to the rock 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.