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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.