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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Associates to the rock 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
the Association,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.