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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Al Stewart to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground 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?
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
MC5,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.