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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.