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 Morocco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.