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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Main Source to the techno 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.