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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
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 spring reverb 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 Gang Green to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.