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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smoke to the punk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Swans,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.