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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Cameo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus 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?
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
PIL,
Q65,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
Magazine,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.