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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.