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 Moldova and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Victims to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Crime,
The Stooges,
CMW,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.