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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 DNA to the disco 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
Kayak,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Chrome,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.