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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Be Bop Deluxe 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.