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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
DNA,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.