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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Warren Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.