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 Mali and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lungfish 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.