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 Korea South and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quando Quango to the punk 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback 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?
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Gong,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
Crime,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.