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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Germs to the rock 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.