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 Togo and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 DJ Style to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.