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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
The Names,
X-101,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
The Victims,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.