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 Mongolia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Flash Fearless,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Organ,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.