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 Cameroon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Delta 5 to the disco 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
Q65,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.