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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rekid to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.