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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
Swans,
Clear Light,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Pylon,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.