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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 The Toasters 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
The Cure,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.