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 Iran and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Hill to the disco 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.