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 Yemen and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 June of 44 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.