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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gun Club to the techno 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.