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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
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 guitar 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Television,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.