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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.