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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.