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 China and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Minor Threat to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Nico,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
Erasure,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.