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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The New Christs to the dance 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.