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 Lebanon and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Mars,
Ossler,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.