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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.