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 Oman and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
New Order,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.