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 Uzbekistan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Roy Ayers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
Index,
X-101,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
Skarface,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.