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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Wings,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
Technova,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.