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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Neu! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
UT,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.