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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Clear Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.