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 United States and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dead C to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
The Move,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.