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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.