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 Iraq and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
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 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 Don Cherry to the jazz 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.