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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.