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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Main Source to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.