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 Belarus and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
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 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.