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 Burkina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 La Düsseldorf to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Can,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.