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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
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 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
Chrome,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
UT,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.