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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Reagan Youth to the crunk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.