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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 The Neon Judgement to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.