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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
The Move,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.