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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.