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 Philippines and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Moleskins to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
Crime,
Hoover,
the Association,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.