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 Honduras and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Bluetip to the grunge 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.