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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.