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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Pere Ubu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Judy Mowatt,
a-ha,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
Crime,
Zapp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.