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 Russia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lakeside to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.