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 South Africa and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Wire to the dance 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 Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars,
John Holt,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.