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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Danielle Patucci to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA 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?
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
the Human League,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.