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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Prince Buster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.