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 Benin and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tom Boy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
Rakim,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.