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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Quando Quango to the grime 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.