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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maurizio to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.