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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.