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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.