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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grunge 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.