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 Georgia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
June of 44,
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.