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 Oman and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Massinfluence to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
The Wake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.