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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Davy DMX to the rap 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
cv313,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
Newcleus,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Can,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.