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 Gambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.