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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Nico,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.