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 San Marino and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Faust to the crunk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
New Order,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
X-102,
ABBA,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
Connie Case,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.