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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Wally Richardson to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Grauzone,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.