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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
Fear,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.