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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 ABBA to the grunge 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
10cc,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Technova,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.