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-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
World's Most,
Crime,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.