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 Mozambique and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blake Baxter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.