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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
Magma,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
The Monks,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.