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 Samoa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
The Index,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.