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 Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Todd Rundgren to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nils Olav,
Chrome,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.