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 Albania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Smiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.