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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sandy B to the punk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
Wire,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.