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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Arab on Radar to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.