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 Comoros and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell to the techno 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.