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 Netherlands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Gong 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover 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?
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Parry Music,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
New Order,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.