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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Faust to the jazz 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Wings,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.