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 Indonesia 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 DNA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
Quantec,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.