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 Ukraine 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jandek to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton 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?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Hoover,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.