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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Warren Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.