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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Zeros to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
Television,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.