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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
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 David Bowie 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
Magazine,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
Index,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.