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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sparks,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.