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 Maldives and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Names to the electroclash 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
the Association,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.