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 Czech Republic 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Pylon,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.