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 Estonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
Deakin,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.