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 Chile and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grime 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.