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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Gong,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
Brick,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.