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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
Index,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Q65,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.