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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Ultravox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
Cluster,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
The Human League,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.