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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiohead to the grime 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
June Days,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.