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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.