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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Last Poets to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Scion,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Technova,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.