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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.