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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Moleskins to the grunge 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ludus,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
Mars,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.