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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arcadia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
the Slits,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.