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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
UT,
The Searchers,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.