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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Qualms to the dance 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.