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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.