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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Albert Ayler 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Wire,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.