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 India 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
Pole,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.