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 Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Nas to the disco 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
Technova,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.