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 Serbia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Fluxion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
MDC,
Hardrive,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.