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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.