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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 David McCallum to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.