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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
Urselle,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
Television,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.