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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Görl to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
Symarip,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Cluster,
the Slits,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.