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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
The Associates,
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Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
Index,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.