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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Skatalites to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Unwound,
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.