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 Uganda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Associates to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Japan,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.