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 Andorra and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.