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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.