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 Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Wire,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Connie Case,
the Association,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cluster,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.