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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Banda Bassotti 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.