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 Congo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
Ronan,
Niagra,
Nas,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.