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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Quantec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
X-101,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.