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 Panama and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bauhaus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.