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 United States and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Nico,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.