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 Somalia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Youth Brigade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ludus,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.