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 France and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiohead to the crunk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
Franke,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Cameo,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.