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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jandek to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.