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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Charles Mingus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.