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 Denmark and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.