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 Nauru and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 New York Dolls 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen,
Scion,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
the Germs,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.