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 Denmark and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
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 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 The Barracudas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.