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 Uganda and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.