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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
JFA,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Nas,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.