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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 T. Rex to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
DNA,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
Smog,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.