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 Angola and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Symarip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.