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 Turkey and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Index,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.