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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.