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 Belgium and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.