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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.