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 Libya and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Brick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Franke,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.