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 Switzerland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Toasters to the grime 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
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.