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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Mills to the punk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.