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 Estonia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.