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 Oman and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band 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?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Fear,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
Dark Day,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.