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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Smiths to the jazz 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Japan,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
Crime,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.