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 Malawi and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.