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 France and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Oblivians to the dance 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.