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 East Timor and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide 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 Q and Not U to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.