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 Georgia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 The Cure to the techno 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.