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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magazine to the funk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.