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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.