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 Mauritius and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.