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 China and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Livin' Joy to the funk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.