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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas 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?
The Searchers,
Quantec,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
June Days,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.