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 Brazil and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Crime to the rock 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
The Associates,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.