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 Mexico and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David McCallum to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
Little Man,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
Can,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
ABC,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.