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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 The Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Visage,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.