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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Evens to the rock 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
Mars,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.