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 Hungary 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 T. Rex to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.