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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Pole,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Mars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.