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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 K-Klass to the punk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.