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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Toasters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.