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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Interpol to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
Q65,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rosa Yemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.