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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Motorama to the funk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.