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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Skarface to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.