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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.