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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Raincoats to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.