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 Peru and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Crime to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.