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 Syria and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Nas,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.