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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q65,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.