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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
Faust,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.