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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Japan to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Mars,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.