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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Negative Approach to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.