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 Sweden and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Cymande to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet 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?
The Wake,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MDC,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.