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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Black Flag to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
The Motions,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
Wire,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.