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 Korea North and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
X-101,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.