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 Spain and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 B.T. Express to the jazz 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.