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 Georgia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.