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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ponytail to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q65,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.