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 Bangladesh and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Al Stewart to the techno 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
PIL,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.