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 Russia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Rekid to the electroclash 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.