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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
Sparks,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.