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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Bluetip to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Cluster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.