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 Cameroon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxette to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.