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 Iceland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 The Busters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
Make Up,
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
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.