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 Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Con Funk Shun to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Slave,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.