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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Franke,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.