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 Cuba and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox to the electroclash 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Oneida 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
Television,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.