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 Jordan and from New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Juan Atkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.