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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
Model 500,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.