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 El Salvador and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.