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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Scratch Acid to the techno 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
Whodini,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.