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 Congo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Spokane and Lagos.
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 oboe 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Q65,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.