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 Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Victims to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.