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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Lakeside to the funk 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 Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Visage,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.