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 Belgium and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Patti Smith to the punk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.