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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.