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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Black Bananas to the rock 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.