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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bizarre Inc. to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
The Sound,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.