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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rotary Connection to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.