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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.