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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Byron Stingily to the techno 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.