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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 disco 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.