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 Suriname and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Nico to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.