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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.