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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
Kayak,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.