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 Niger and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Robert Görl to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.