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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Cowsills to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Can,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
10cc,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
The Move,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.