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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Gregory Isaacs 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.