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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Ituana to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Scion,
Interpol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.