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 Japan and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 U.S. Maple to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.