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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 The Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.