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 Belize and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gun Club to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
The Wake,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
Mars,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
Sparks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.