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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.