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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Marmalade to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.