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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
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 Subhumans to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
Minutemen,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.