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 Iran and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pretty Things to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Q65,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.