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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Deakin to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.