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 Indonesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Gahan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
MDC,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.