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 Tonga 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Misunderstood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.