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 Germany and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sandy B to the punk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
World's Most,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.