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 Botswana and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
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 linndrum 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
H. Thieme,
Japan,
The Monks,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
Pole,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
JFA,
The Invisible,
Index,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.