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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pole to the electroclash 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
June Days,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.