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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
The Index,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.