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 Mali and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Slave,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.