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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 H. Thieme 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.