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 Panama and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Soul II Soul to the rock 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.