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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Mars,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.