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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ten City to the rock 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.