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 Belgium and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Joy Division to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.