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 Antigua 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra to the dance 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Wire,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
Urselle,
MC5,
Faraquet,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.