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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.