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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Pole,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.