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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Chris Corsano to the funk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
Niagra,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.