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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Newcleus to the grunge 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
X-102,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
DNA,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.