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 Togo and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 Motions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Goldenarms,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.