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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 The Litter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
The Index,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Crime,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.