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 Germany and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Visage to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Index,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.