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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
Japan,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
UT,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.