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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Franke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.