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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Franke to the disco 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Gories,
Magazine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.