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 Tanzania and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Ossler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Moebius,
Sound Behaviour,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.