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 Egypt and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Qualms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.