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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
Scientists,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.