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 South Africa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
Franke,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.