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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.