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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.