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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aswad to the techno 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
The Index,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.