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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the rock 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.