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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Al Stewart to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division 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?
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
June of 44,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.