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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.