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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.