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 Armenia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Pantaleimon to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
Hardrive,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.