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 Morocco and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Interpol to the grunge 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.