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 Belgium and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Model 500 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.