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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Sandy B to the jazz 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.