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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
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 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 Kas Product to the grime 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Inner City,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.