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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Intrusion to the dance 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.