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 Burkina and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Qualms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
New Order,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.