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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Simply Red to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.