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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Man Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Lalann,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.