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 Barbados and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.