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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Josef K to the grime 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
Cluster,
Sparks,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Niagra,
Magazine,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
PIL,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.