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 Belize and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.