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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.