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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 The Black Dice to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
Half Japanese,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.