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 Madagascar and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Don Cherry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims 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 Victims,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.