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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.