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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
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 chamberlin 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 Y Pants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.