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 Algeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.