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 Gambia and from London.
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 Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 This Heat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
Can,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.