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 Lesotho and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Talk Talk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Bar-Kays,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
The Move,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.