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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
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 clarinet 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 The Toasters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
Magma,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.