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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gong to the rock 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 of 44. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.