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 Japan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crime to the funk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
Index,
The Sound,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.