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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Zapp,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.