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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
The Gories,
Moebius,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.