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 Botswana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Slackers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
AZ,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.