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 Portugal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Deadbeat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Hashim,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.