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 Yemen and from New York.
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 Delhi and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
Monks,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Crime,
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.