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 Israel and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
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 linndrum 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 New York Dolls to the techno 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
Wire,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.