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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 FM Einheit to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
CMW,
Albert Ayler,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.