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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
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 güiro 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 Pantytec to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.