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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
Delta 5,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.