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 Ghana and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Ossler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.