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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aswad to the grunge 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pylon,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
cv313,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.