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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 D'Angelo to the funk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
E-Dancer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.