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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.