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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rock 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.