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 Moldova and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Womack to the rock 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.