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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.