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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.