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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Vogues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
the Association,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.