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 Antigua and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Oblivians,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
MDC,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.