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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Joy Division to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.