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 France and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Rekid to the punk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Rapeman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
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.