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 Oman and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
New Order,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
Nils Olav,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.