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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Smiths to the electroclash 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q65,
Slick Rick,
the Swans,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Skarface,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.