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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 ABC to the crunk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
The Cure,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Spoonie Gee,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.