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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zeros to the jazz 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail 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?
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.