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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Busters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.