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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Maurizio to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke 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?
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.