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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxette to the disco 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
Nas,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Visage,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.