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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Lungfish,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.