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 Sweden and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Remains to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Jawbox,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.