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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.