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 Uruguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Wally Richardson to the disco 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
Index,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.