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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Amazonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.