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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
MC5,
Fugazi,
CMW,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
Can,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.