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 Antigua and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Sixth Finger to the grunge 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
MC5,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
Brick,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Mars,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.