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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Goldenarms to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
The Monks,
Oneida,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.