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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Trumans Water to the punk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.