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 Belarus and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Teasers to the rap 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.