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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.