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 Bolivia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Joyce Sims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.