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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 The Kinks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics 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?
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Lalann,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
The Standells,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.