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 Romania and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Pylon,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.