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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 New Age Steppers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.