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 South Sudan and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June Days to the grime 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Index,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.