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 Mali and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Happenings to the jazz 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.