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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.