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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
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 güiro 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 Surgeon to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
Radio Birdman,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.