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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
cv313,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.