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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
Ponytail,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.