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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Massinfluence,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
Ossler,
Zapp,
CMW,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.