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 Qatar and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Roxette to the jazz 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.