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 Liechtenstein and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 David Axelrod to the dance 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.