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 Afghanistan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Martian to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Easy Going,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.