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 Monaco and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wings to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.