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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
CMW,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.