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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
Crime,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.