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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 John Cale to the grime 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.