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 Cuba and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.