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 Malawi 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tres Demented to the rap 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Magma,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.