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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Durutti Column,
Kayak,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.