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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Colin Newman to the disco 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.