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 Grenada and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Beau Brummels to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.