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 Cameroon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids 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?
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Wings,
Interpol,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
MC5,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra,
Slave,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.