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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
Monks,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.