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 Honduras and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.