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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blancmange to the techno 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.