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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 D'Angelo to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
Franke,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.