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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Half Japanese 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Wire,
Main Source,
Smog,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.