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 Georgia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 JFA to the funk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.