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 Iran and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sight & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swans,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.