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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Moby Grape to the punk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
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.