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 Greece and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Girls At Our Best! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.