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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Suicide to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.