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 Australia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.