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 Suriname and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.