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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Ronan to the disco 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
UT,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Scion,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.