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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Selecter to the rap 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.