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 Georgia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ice-T to the punk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.