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 Syria and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toasters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.