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 Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.