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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Public Enemy to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
Main Source,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.