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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
Magma,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.