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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
Skaos,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.