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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Maurizio to the electroclash 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
The Wake,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.