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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mr. Review to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
Slave,
This Heat,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.