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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.