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 Poland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Make Up to the electroclash 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
the Slits,
Aswad,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.