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 Senegal and from New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Martian to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
Index,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.