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 Barbados and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sight & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
Little Man,
Mars,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.