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 Austria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
DNA,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
June of 44,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.