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 Hungary and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pantaleimon to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
The Gories,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.