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 Barbados and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Nico,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Little Man,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.