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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 David Bowie 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the funk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Scion,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Magma,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.