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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rites of Spring to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.