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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
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 808 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 The Royal Family And The Poor 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.