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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
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 theremin 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 Godley & Creme to the grime 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.