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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Nico,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.