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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 DJ Style to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Visage,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
JFA,
Faust,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.