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 China and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 The United States of America to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Swans,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.