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 Poland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gories to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.