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 Kiribati and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
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 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
Connie Case,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.