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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 L. Decosne 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
Magma,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.