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 Moldova and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Morten Harket to the crunk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.