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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 The Vogues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.