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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.