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 Congo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 cv313 to the funk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Slave,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.