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 Croatia and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Hoover to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
The Motions,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.