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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alton Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.