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 Armenia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Cale 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.