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 Kenya and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
UT,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.