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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Ice-T,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.