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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Vainqueur to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.