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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
Joy Division,
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.