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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.