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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bauhaus to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.