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 Korea North and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 PIL 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Darondo,
The Monks,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
CMW,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.