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 Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bauhaus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
DNA,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.