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 Belize and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Birthday Party to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
The Names,
ABC,
Crime,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.