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 Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bob Dylan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.