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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Wasted Youth to the rap 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.