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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Sun City Girls to the funk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.