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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.