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 Estonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
The Move,
The Residents,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.