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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Anakelly to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.