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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
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 Davy DMX to the funk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
Swans,
The Dead C,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
Magazine,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.