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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Josef K to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.