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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Almond to the techno 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
cv313,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.