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 Nepal and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joy Division 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.