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 Kenya and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.