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 Guinea and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Lower 48 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.