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 Burkina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Make Up to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Technova,
Wire,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.