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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Josef K to the dance 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.