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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Bad Manners to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.