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 Monaco and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Real Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
DNA,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.