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 Germany and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Qualms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.