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 Gambia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
The Gories,
The Slits,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.