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 United States and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
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 harpsichord 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 The United States of America to the crunk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Martian,
Skriet,
Bad Manners,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.