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 France and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Warsaw to the crunk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
June Days,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
Magma,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.