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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monks to the grime 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Television,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.