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 Iran and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller 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?
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.