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 United States and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rites of Spring to the disco 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
UT,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Television,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.