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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Can to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.