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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Cure to the crunk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.