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 Malaysia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 J.B.'s to the disco 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.