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 Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Swans,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.