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 South Africa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantytec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
Gong,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.