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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Duran Duran to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.