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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Sun Ra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.