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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Harry Pussy 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.