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 Peru and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gun Club to the disco 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.