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 Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Crispian St. Peters 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.