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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.