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 Suriname 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Lyres to the jazz 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Q65,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.