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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Underground Resistance to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
The Remains,
10cc,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.