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 Ukraine and from New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
MDC,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.