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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Sixth Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.