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 Latvia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Model 500 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.