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 Georgia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Rekid to the dance 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
The Leaves,
Nas,
10cc,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.