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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Motorama to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.