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 Russia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
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 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 Faraquet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
The Standells,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
World's Most,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.