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 Norway and from Mexico City.
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 Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Wings,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.