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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Slits to the techno 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Wire,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.