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 Australia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.