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 Niger and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets 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?
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.