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 Brunei and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.