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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Brick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
Magma,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
Can,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
Moebius,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.