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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 ABC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
The Move,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.