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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Gahan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
the Association,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.