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 Hungary and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire 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?
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
DNA,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.