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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Black Pus 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
Echospace,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.