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 Nauru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 48th St. Collective to the dance 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.