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 Antigua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Moody Blues to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.