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 Cyprus and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
MC5,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.