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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.