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 India and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Barracudas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.