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 Chad and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Scratch Acid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
Skriet,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.