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 Luxembourg and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
Gong,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.