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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fania All-Stars to the punk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
PIL,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.