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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Monks to the punk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
Organ,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.