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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Quantec to the grunge 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.