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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.