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 Benin and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Outsiders to the disco 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
Television,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.