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 Malta and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
UT,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.