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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.