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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gichy Dan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.