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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Görl to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.