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 Congo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '60s 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 Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.