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 Philippines and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Brick,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.