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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tom Boy to the grunge 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
The Index,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.