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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.